48

Mr. Rellim's birthday is tomorrow.  He will be 48 - he thinks, maybe.  Age is not really something that he pays that much attention to.  If I were a betting woman, I'd say that he will ask me tomorrow how old he is.

Quinn bought him a present.  I asked him if he'd like help to wrap it.  Quinn said, "It's already wrapped."

Oh, I guess I didn't notice the black duct tape and heartfelt message written in sharpie.